they don't care for my homeland
But they sign fictitious names
Well, it's their prerogative
to live as they want to live
that I must exist that way
Cause they'll stop at nothing
to forsake the good of man
And carry out their master plan
You say we're forced to fight
with young bodies filled with pride
And you say that it's not right
Well, oh, it is so frustrating
while you are contemplating
The engineer for Satan takes
with each tiny piece of land
To fortify their master plan
to stand where my daddy stood
And do all the things he could
But if we don't lend a hand
to rescue some helpless man
Well, they'll build a curtain
all along our lovely shore
We've got to stop their master plan.